Bottom Line, Wasn’t Life Itself A Special

I Believe That's When God First Started Speaking To My Heart--the Very Day I Started Speaking To His!

Give Me Faith, Lord, To Know Your Presence As Surely As I Know The Beating Of My Own Heart. I've Felt So Far From You.

For A Very Long Time, I Wrote A Book A Year, And Was Eager And Willing To Do It, To Put Bread On The Table, To Have My Work Out There. Now I Must Write A Book Every Two Years, And That's Never Enough Time, Either.

In World War One, They Called It Shell Shock. Second Time Around, They Called It Battle Fatigue. After 'nam, It Was Post-traumatic Stress Disorder.

Even The Roughest Character, Underneath All That Hurt, Is Someone Who Wants To Love And Be Loved.